Remembrance

You were the acorn that fell on her windshieldand cracked it like the jolting gunshot leaving a glass tinyshooting star that doesn’t obstruct or abstract her visionbut everywhere she drives, one lonely spark in a constellation.(You know, like if Orion wore a polished buckle but not a whole belt,and showed it off while she was trying to merge lanes.)

All these years later, she still sees you, the elected, alleged, beloved assassin,like fireworks, love made on a frameless mattress,the two seconds she took to amend.